It ain’t a craving.
Ain’t hunger.
It’s that goddamn ache.
The one food used to smother.
But I didn’t fold.
Didn’t numb it.
Didn’t sell myself out today.
It fucking hurts.
But I’m here.
Still here.
Still not eating over it.
Still…
Still aching.
Still pissed.
Still clawing toward 30.